THE KIDNAPPERS

BY NAP

Note: This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author utterly condemns any form of actual abuse - physical, sexual, psychological and emotional - to any person of any age.

If only Dora had been a more obedient little girl, or her father had been a better navigator, or less absent-minded, or Harry had not read his older brother's paperback book and then told Ted about it, none of this story would have happened. But-

* * *

Professor Wimbish was lost. He liked to avoid driving on the busy motorways and to travel on the winding English country roads, but, for all the professor was an expert on Shakespeare's sonnets and what he did not know about Wordsworth was not worth knowing, Professor Wimbish was a very poor map reader. And now, in the middle of nowhere, the car's engine began to sputter and fade, and finally it died altogether.

"What on earth can have happened?" the professor wondered in a plaintively bewildered tone.

His nine-year-old daughter, Dora, leaned across and looked at the fuel gauge. "You've run out of petrol," she said scornfully.

"Damn!" the professor swore mildly. "Whatever shall we do?" he said, looking around at the trees and hedges as if expecting petrol pumps miraculously to appear.

"You'll have to go and fetch some," Dora directed.

"Ah, yes, of course. You had better come with me."

You must be joking!" Dora scorned "The nearest pumps could be miles away. I didn't forget to fill up the stupid tank."

"Yes, but-," Professor Wimbish began, but it was no good. Ever since his wife had run off with professional body-builder from Bolivia and left him with Dora, he had never been able to do a thing with their wilful daughter, so now he rarely tried to impose any kind of discipline. Accordingly, he gave up and as he got out of the car merely said, "Make sure you keep the doors locked and the windows shut." before walking off on his quest for fuel.

What a twit! Dora thought contemptuously as she watched her father disappear around the next bend. She unlocked her door and wound down her window just to be contrary, and after a quick look around settled down to her recently discovered favourite pastime.

Dora brought her feet up onto the seat so that her bent knees were as far apart as she could comfortably make them and her thighs were stretched wide. She shifted the skirt of her dress up around her hips so that the front of her panties was exposed. Looking down she could see the prominent vertically divided mound over which the crotch of her panties stretched. She moved her right hand down there and ran her middle finger delicately up along the central line. A delicious tickle made her shiver with pleasure. When she reached d the top she paused, letting the feeling fade while her tummy twisted in anticipation of the next flutter to begin as she moved her finger back downwards.

The sensation was stronger this time, as Dora knew it would be. She was becoming more experienced in this art of self-pleasure. It had begun when she had been playing at riding a horse by sitting astride the arm of a chair and had discovered that by rubbing herself backwards and forwards she produced wonderfully exciting sensations that spread from between her legs to envelop her whole body. For a time that chair was pounded by her little body, but, by and by, she realised that her hand could bring her the same sensations and so she had begun to play with herself at every opportunity.

Like now! Dora's hand moved again, sensitively fingering through the thin material of her panties. The level of pleasure rose another notch. And then another. Her fingers began to move faster.

* * *

"My brother would kill me if he knew I'd been reading it," Harry said to his best pal, Ted. "It was called 'Million Dollar Dame' and it is about these American gangsters who kidnap this rich heiress. They pretend there has been a road accident and when this woman's limo comes along, the chauffeur stops to help and they cosh him and kidnap her. They take her back to their hideout and when she doesn't do what they say they strip off all her clothes and then they beat her and all sorts of stuff. Anyway, they make her send a note to her father and he eventually pays a million dollars in ransom, but by then she likes all the beatings and stuff and falls in love with this one gangster and wants to be with him, so the others fall out over it and in the end they all shoot each other and she goes mad and gets put in the loony bin."

"Yeah, sounds a great story," Ted agreed after hearing this synopsis. "It would be great to kidnap a girl and do all that stuff and get a million dollars, except we wouldn't fall out and do all that stupid love stuff."

"No, of course not," Harry agreed stoutly. The twelve-year-old boys had been firm friends for as long as they could remember and were fiercely loyal to each other. "I bet we could kidnap someone too."

"It would be hard to fake a road accident," Ted objected with regret, "and I wouldn't like to try and cosh a grown up man. I bet he'd be much too strong even for two of us. In fact," he admitted reluctantly," even a grown up woman would be as we don't have guns and things."

"Yeah," Ted agreed, "I guess we would have find a car with just a girl in it."

Just as he said that they came out of the field into the road where Professor Wimbish's car stood.

* * *

Dora's nimble fingers were busy at the front of her little knickers. By now crotch of her panties was definitely damp and her fingers slid easily. She was really having fun. She could still hardly believe that this wonderful fount of such intense feeling was actually part of her and was always, quite literally, within her grasp. But despite the continually rising surges of sensation Dora kept an eye out for her father's return; it would be just too awfully embarrassing for him to find her doing this to herself!

It was because of this that she noticed the boys. They appeared briefly from the hedge at the side of the road a little way in front of the car. They immediately hopped back through the hedge and did not reappear. Reluctantly, Dora took her hands from her crotch and put her feet down. She guessed the boys were playing the sort of stupid game boys played, but just in case they came back, she did not want them to see her diddling herself!

* * *

"Did you see her?" Ted asked excitedly. "A girl all by herself in a big car. I'll bet we can kidnap her and her father would pay a ransom to get her back."

"Yeah, and she was real pretty too. Did you notice?" Harry answered. He remembered the glimpse of the raven-haired girl with fine features who seemed to be grimacing to herself for some reason. Perhaps she was laughing? Or just practising pulling faces, as he sometimes did in a mirror?

"Yeah she was quite nice looking, but are we going to kidnap her?" Ted demanded impatiently.

Harry hesitated, and then made the decision that would change his life. "Yeah, all right," he said.

* * *

Dora sat in the car feeling frustrated and irritable. The boys had disappeared, but they might come back and in the meantime she could not return to pleasuring herself, and just when things were hotting up. And all because a couple of stupid boys were playing cops and robbers, or some such stupid game. Several minutes went by and there was still no sign of them, Dora was just deciding the boys had gone for good when she heard a sound from behind her. She twisted her head and saw Harry creeping up on the car. Suddenly alarmed, she quickly locked the door, but had no time to wind up the window before Harry leapt.

Harry got his hand through the open window and grabbed for the lock. Dora tried to prise his fingers away before he could open it and each scrabbled desperately against the other. Dora bent her head and bit hard with her strong, white teeth. "Aargh!" yelled Harry and let go of the knob, but he had brought his other hand in though the open window and grabbed a handful of Dora's thick black hair.

"Yeeow!" shrieked Dora and released her teeth from Harry's fingers as her head was pulled back. Dora reached up and raked her sharp nails across Harry's wrist as he pulled her hair. He swore and let go, but his other hand was back at the door catch. Dora lunged to prise his fingers away, but he had already unlocked it and as Ted pulled the door open, Dora fell headlong into the road.

"Bloody bitch!" Harry said, sucking his scratched and bitten hands. Dora, after moments of confusion, recovered from her fall and scrambled to her feet, but Ted grabbed her and locked her arms behind her back. She kicked back hard and Ted yelped as her heel connected with his shin.

"Take her bloody shoes off," he yelled at Harry. Harry forgot about his injured hands and leapt to his pal's aid. They wrestled the little girl to the ground and pulled off her shoes. Dora realised she was no match for two boys who were older than she, and let out a piecing scream for help.

"Shit!" said Ted. "Shut her up for Christ's sake. Harry grabbed the nearest thing, which was one of Dora's socks, peeled it from her foot and stuffed it into her mouth, reducing her screams to mere gugging noises. "Let's get her away from here before someone comes," Ted said anxiously and the two boys frogmarched their prisoner through the gap in the hedge and along a half overgrown path leaving her shoes beside the car.

Dora realised that she was now an unwilling part of some game of the boys. She did not mind too much. She was an adventurous girl who was easily bored and liked a bit of excitement. When the time came, she would tell on them and get them into as much trouble as she could, but in the meantime, she would go along with them.

Not that she had much choice. She stumbled as they pushed her along, one foot bare, the other wearing just a sock. She tried to push the gagging sock out of her mouth with her tongue, but Harry had jammed it in too tightly. After a short time, they came to a crumbling brick wall. They followed this until they came to a door in the brickwork. Using the handle of this as a step up, Harry clambered over the wall, unbolted the gate and they went through. Dora saw they were in the overgrown garden of an empty old house. They went up to the building and Ted, who was the slighter of the two, squeezed through a small window. A few seconds later he pushed open a larger sash window from the inside and with Harry pushing and Ted pulling, Dora was forced through.

Dora saw they were in a large, old-fashioned kitchen furnished with huge old china sink with rotted wooden draining boards, a big scrubbed deal table and chairs and an assortment of other stuff lying around. She guessed this empty house had been taken over as the boys' den.

"Listen," Harry said, "we are going to take the gag out, but it won't do you any good to scream." He nodded to Ted and both boys let out a stridently raucous yell that almost deafened Dora. "See," said Harry, "no one will hear you, but don't try it 'cause we don't like the noise." He pulled out the sock, but Dora accepted what he said and stayed silent. Harry took from his pocket a stub of pencil and a tattered scrap on paper. He put them on the table. "OK," he said, "you've got to write a note to your dad telling him to pay us a hundred pounds ransom, or he'll never see you again." The boys had decided a million pounds was a figure that did not exist.

Dora swept the paper and pencil away. "Piss off!" Dora said, in a most unladylike way for such a cute little girl. To her surprise, the boys did not seem at all put out at her refusal, but simply nodded at each other. So far, the action was correctly following the plot of the book.

The boys grabbed Dora again. She struggled against them, but they were too strong for her and despite her resistance - which they enjoyed - they soon wrestled her onto the tiled floor where Harry sat on her knees and Ted knelt on her shoulders, pinning her to down on her back. Dora continued to struggle in a half-hearted way, but she knew it was futile. Against the boys' combined weight she was helpless. She wondered what they planned to do next.

Harry leaned forward and began to unbutton Dora's blouse.

"Hey! Stop that!" Dora yelled in outrage. But Harry continued fumbling at the buttons and as Ted gripped Dora's slim wrists she could do nothing to stop the boys doing whatever they wanted. She felt a cold draught on her body as the front of her blouse gaped open. Both boys leaned further forward and stared intently at Dora's chest.

She had just budding breasts; two little mounds of flesh on top of which stood pink nipples surrounded by light brown aureoles. Now her nipples stood up pertly, thanks to the arousal of her earlier masturbation and the stress and excitement of her kidnap. Below her chest, her tummy, indented by its navel, was only a little rounded, as Dora was a sporty girl.

After the boys' eyes had lingered admiringly on Dora's upper body, they turned their attention elsewhere. Harry's fingers started to grope for the less obvious fastenings of her skirt.

"Leave that alone, you bastards!" yelled Dora, her voice becoming squeaky with panic because she realised that if they took off her skirt they would see the front of her knickers and the crotch might be stained from her earlier diddling of her herself. But once more, the boys ignored her and Harry finally scrabbled the skirt undone. He moved his weight to Dora's ankles and tugged the skirt down her legs to expose the little triangle of her panties. He moved his solid bottom back to her knees, reached behind him and discarded her skirt.

Dora's face burned bright red as she knew the boys were examining the crotch of her knickers. She was all too aware that it had been slick with her juices only a short while ago and sensed that it was still damp. It was all too horribly humiliating that these two stupid boys should see the evidence of her guilty secret activity. But the boys looked silently until they had had their fill.

"Right, let's turn her over," Ted said. Dora made a desperate attempt to escape as the boys adjusted their positions to roll her onto her front, but the boys easily controlled her as they manoeuvred and Dora was soon face down with the boys pinning her down as before. The floor tiles were cold against her belly and chest as Ted twisted her arms to enable the complete removal of her blouse so that she was now bare above the waist. Dora experienced a gut-wrenching spasm as she realised what the boys intended to do next. Sure enough, she felt Harry's hands at the elasticised waistband of her knickers and he started to tug them down. She heard the boys' heavy breathing and sensed their tension as they denuded her. She gritted her teeth as she felt her panties pull over her bottom and slide down her legs to her feet, and then be removed altogether. Now, apart from one white sock, Dora was naked.

Ted and Harry stared at Dora's little bottom. For all that it was small, it was, thanks to Dora's healthy appetite and enthusiastic physical activity, plumply prominent, being firmly muscled and with a proper layer of subcutaneous fat. The boys thought it looked really cute. Ted poked one cheek with his finger and grinned as the indentation sprang resiliently back into fullness with a slight quiver. "Wow! Harry said, "That's really pretty."

Dora's sweet little face burned with shame against the floor tiles. That these stupid boys should be talking about her bum as if she wasn't even there! But she knew in her hammering heart that they would not be content with a rear view-Oh no! They would soon want to turn her over and see the whole front of her!

Sure enough, the boys grunted as they began carefully to adjust their weight in order to move her over onto her back. She struggled violently, though more from a determination to show resistance than from any real hope of defeating them. Eventually and inevitably, Dora lay on the floor tiles as before, but this time totally bare where it mattered.

The boys stared at her secret place that was now a secret no more as far as they were concerned. Neither boy had a sister and both had only vague knowledge of the female form.

"It's a funny looking thing, isn't it," Ted commented critically. Dora could feel his warm breath on her most intimate part as he examined her closely.

"Yes," agreed Harry, putting his head close to his friend's, "it's sort of something and nothing."

"That's right," Ted said, "a boy's willy is much better - sort of got more to it, what with balls and that. But this is interesting too." Gingerly, he reached out a hand and touched her.

"STOPPIT!" Dora shrieked.

Ted jerked his hand away as if he'd been bitten. But then he laughed self-consciously, feeling foolish for having reacted to Dora's shrill command. "Yeah?" he jeered. "Who's doing to stop me? You? Yeah, you and whose army?" Then, to prove his indifference to her feelings, he deliberately ran his finger along the central cleft. "Yeuch!" he exclaimed, snatching his hand away once more. "She's peed on me!"

Dora screwed up her eyes in bitter humiliation. The stupid boy was nowhere near her pee-hole! What he felt was the wetness of her stimulated juices. She was still moist from her earlier masturbation and this boy's touch had involuntarily stirred her.

But Harry put out his hand and he too touched her speculatively. "No," he said, "it's not pee." He rubbed his finger and thumb together to test "It's sort of sticky and slippery. Sort of like oil or grease, or something like that."

Ted's confidence and curiosity were restored and he put out his grubby hand and fingered Dora too. The unwillingly aroused girl squirmed her bare bottom against the hard cold tiles as both boys' hands explored her groin. "Yeah," Ted yelled triumphantly, "it 's sort of opening up. This stuff makes it slippery so's you can get inside like when your dad does your mum!"

"Yeah, well go careful." Harry warned. "She's only a little girl, remember; we don't want to break anything."

Again, Ted quickly pulled his hand away. The strange gap in Dora's body was a bit disturbing anyway, and Harry's warning was enough to make him avoid going further. But he had another idea. He whispered something to Harry who laughed and agreed. Below them, Dora, mortified at their cavalier treatment of her body, wondered what new insults were in store.

Suddenly, the boys rolled her over onto her front again. For a moment, she was relieved they were no longer concentrating on her special secret part, but then she wondered what they were up to. She soon found out when Ted's hand exploded in a smack against the bare cheeks of her bottom.

"Ow!" Dora said instinctively. She was a spoilt little girl and had had never been spanked in her life before and the shock made her cry out. But Dora was a tough, brave child and as the spanking from the boys went on, she gritted her teeth, determined not to give them the satisfaction of knowing they were hurting her. But the slaps stung much more than she would have expected and she could not help squirming, and after a time little yelps of pain escaped her pretty lips. The boys themselves were well used to being spanked and they were confident that they could do this girl no real harm; they were just very glad to be getting their own back on someone else. They were pleased when Dora's bottom cheeks quickly changed colour from white, through pink to a hot dark red.

The boys stopped spanking her and had another whispered discussion behind her back while Dora lay gasping on the floor. She desperately wished she could rub her bottom, which was stinging badly. But strangely, the fiery heat the spanking had created was becoming a hot glow that was not altogether unpleasant. But Ted and Harry had now finished their consultation and Ted went off to a cupboard for something while Harry kept her pinned down. When Ted returned, the boys turned Dora over again and she saw they now had a rope. They used this to tie her wrists together despite Dora's attempts to frustrate them. After this, she found herself being hauled back onto her feet.

"Are you going to write the note now?" Harry demanded.

"No!" Dora shouted defiantly.

Once again, the boys were strangely unconcerned by her non-cooperation.

There was an old-fashioned clothes dryer hanging from the ceiling. It consisted of a cast-iron frame supporting six horizontal wooden poles. A pulley attached to wall allowed it to be raised or lowered. Ted went across and slackened the cord to bring down the dryer. Harry quickly threw the loose end of Dora's tether over one of the poles and expertly knotted it. Before Dora could react, Ted hauled the dryer upwards and secured the cord and Dora's arms were stretched above her as she was forced to stand on her toes.

"Yah!" Harry jeered standing closely in front of her. What are you going to do now, you stuck-up bitch?"

In answer, the determinedly rebellious little girl brought her right knee sharply up into the twelve-year-old boy's groin.

"Ooph!" Harry grunted in shock as he doubled over, clutching his balls in agony, tears stinging his eyes. He staggered away as the unruly child aimed another kick that fortunately merely glanced off his thigh. Once he was out of range he turned and shouted, "I'll get you for that, you little bitch!"

The naturally aggressive nine-year-old had reacted automatically without a thought for any repercussions, but now Dora's stomach did knot in apprehension of what Harry might do to her in revenge; but she did not allow her fear to show, instead she shouted, "Keep away from me, or you'll get another one!"

To Dora's relief, the boys retreated to the other side of the kitchen where they fiddled with an old set of cast-iron scales. They talked quietly together with their backs turned towards Dora and picked up some objects that she couldn't see, but which, to judge from their effort in lifting them, were heavy. Then they turned around and she saw they were each carrying rusty, fourteen-pound weights with rings on the tops. They lugged these over towards Dora and she prepared to kick out. But they stopped beyond her leg length and put down the weights. Harry then circled around behind her where she could not see him. She sensed she was being outmanoeuvred, but prepared to lash out a foot to front or rear as soon as either boy was close enough. Ted quickly ran forward, but leapt back as she kicked. This feint was enough to give Harry time to run in behind her and wrap his arms around Dora's knees. Now, no matter how hard she struggled, she could not defend herself. Ted advanced with a weight, which he tied to Dora's right ankle, and then did the same with her left. Once the weights were fitted, the boys stood back and triumphantly taunted the defenceless little girl.

"Let's see you kick now, you snotty brat!"

Dora knew that she was now helpless, but worse was to come when Harry went over to the pulley cord and cruelly tightened it. Dora's feet left the floor, but they were still tightly attached to the weights so that her body was stretched from the ropes.

"Ow! Let me down, you bullying bastards," yelled Dora. But the boys just jeered in response.

Soon, though, mere mockery was replaced by active assault. The boys moved in on her and they were becoming bolder as her helplessness and their growing familiarity with her juvenile female form were raising their confidence. Dora felt their grubby, boy-hands scrabble stickily over her naked body. They ranged widely and explored closely. Naturally, the slit between her legs, where she was most different from them, chiefly caught their interest, but they also paid close attention to her little-girl breasts. They pawed at them clumsily, but Dora was horrified when her little nipples grew even stiffer in reaction. Harry, still sore both physically and emotionally from her enterprising attack on his testicles, pinched her hard right nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

"Aargh!" yelled Dora, despite herself.

" 'Keep away from me or you'll get another one,' " sneered Harry, mimicking her earlier words to him, and as he said the words, he emphasised their meaning by nipping her right breast in a similar way, making Dora yell again.

Ted, meanwhile, was again busy between her legs. His earlier concern over Dora's body being delicate was now almost completely gone as the girl had shown herself to be as tough as they, but luckily not nearly as strong. And so now he rubbed his hand all over her vulva regardless of her feelings or physical fragility. He decided that there was definitely more to a girl's thingy than he had first thought and decided it would be interesting to have a closer look in a little while.

Dora gasped in pain as Harry mauled her little titties, but what was even worse than that was Ted handling her private parts. Because, despite the ache in her arms and ankles and the pain in her breasts, Dora could feel herself reacting wrongly, but strongly, to the boy's feeling fingers. At least he had not found the hidden magic button that even she herself had only recently discovered and which gave her such special pleasure, but even so, as his dirty paws pushed, pulled and prodded so ham-fistedly, she was responding to his touch despite its ineptitude. She was ashamed to feel herself becoming wet down there so that the stupid boy's fingers slid easily along, and even slightly into, her slit. She twisted her hanging body as much as she could, in a mixture of pain, shame and pleasure.

"Hey, she's oiling herself again," Ted said excitedly.

"Yeah, bloody disgusting," Harry sneered disparagingly. "The randy little bitch likes it, I'll bet - just like the dame in the book. Well, let's see if she likes this." He left Dora's tiny breasts and went round behind her. He slapped her bottom hard several times. She swung slightly as the smacks hit her, pressing her crotch up against Ted's fondling hand.

"Yeah, I reckon she does," Ted laughed, playing with Dora's well-lubricated slit.

Harry laughed and came round to the front to stand before tied child. Well let's give her something to be excited about," he sniggered and started to unbuckle his belt. Ted glanced across and quickly got the idea. He followed his pal's lead and began to unzip his own shorts.

Dora knew that the boys were going to expose themselves to her. It occurred to her that it was odd that for her to be naked in front of them was shameful or her, and yet for them to be naked in front of her was still humiliating for her, but not them. She supposed it was because they had a choice and she did not. Being an only child, she had only ever seen three penises -one of them twice - and they had all been on babies or toddlers. So, despite her embarrassment, part of her was eager to see what the boys had got.

The answer was: not very much. Harry and Ted were not far along the road to puberty and neither had reached even the stage of a lengthening penis, let alone pubic hair. So, when the pair of twelve-year-olds pulled off their clothes, they could show only about four and three-quarter inches of upright boyhood between the two of them, which was not hugely impressive. But to an innocent little girl like Dora, the revelation of an erect cock was definitely interesting. She stared in fascination as the boys self-consciously jumped around her wagging their stiff little willies in her direction. They skipped closer and Dora shrank away from possible contact. This was a mistake as it only encouraged the boys to come closer still, until inevitably one of them - Harry, who was the very slightly longer - touched her with his hard little knob. Once contact had been made and the barrier of inhibition breached, the boys were soon all over the helpless little girl. They repeatedly rubbed themselves against her from all sides.

Dora, being younger, was naturally smaller that the two boys assaulting her. But, hanging stretched as she was with her feet pulled from the floor, but attached to the weights, her middle and those of the boys were roughly on a level. So unavoidably, the boys' small stiff cocks pushed against her groin and bottom.

"Get that thing away from me!" Dora squealed in outrage as Harry's erection pressed against her vulva. But the boy just sniggered and rubbed his pre-pubescent penis from side to side between her struggling thighs. Behind her, Dora sensed Ted's approach, but, being trapped against Harry's body, she could not avoid him, and she felt his little dick press against her bottom. Dora winced as it slid over the hot hummocks of her sore bum before settling along the line of the crease between her cheeks. Both boys instinctively made thrusting movements with their hips, but their penises were not positioned to penetrate and simply slid up and down Dora's grooves, front and rear.

Dora gasped. For despite the boys' ignorance and inexperience, the rubbing of their small swellings was having an effect on her. She had been in a constant state of arousal ever since her father had gone for the petrol, and now the physical contact with the evidence of the boys' own obvious sexual awakening was raising her to new heights of excitement. Her dangling body rocked as she was squashed between the boys' solid bodies. Harry's chest flattened her sore swollen nipples as he pressed her back against his partner in crime. She could feel Ted's hot breath against her neck and as Harry pushed his face up against hers, he painfully nipped the lobe of her ear between his teeth.

The boys too were becoming ever more excited. They were still much too immature to have an emission of semen, but as they rubbed themselves against their little girl victim between them, they experienced a series of delicious dry orgasms that left them dizzy. They swapped places, so that Harry now shoved his cock against Dora's bottom while Ted thrust his against her little bald vulva. Again and again, powerful surges of sexual sensation surged through their juvenile bodies.

Dora too was experiencing feelings beyond any before. For the boys were unwittingly stimulating the little girl's clitoris, driving her on to breathtaking orgasms of her own.

At last, the boys left her alone. The crashing waves of pleasure that had rocked their bodies had left them unaccustomedly weary. They walked to the other end of the kitchen and drank thirstily from the tap. Dora, hot and sticky with sweat from her own body and those of the boys, looked longingly at the splashing water. Despite all that had happened, she remained too defiant to ask for a drink, and besides, she did not think the boys would give her one. But after they had slaked their thirst, Ted filled a cracked and none too clean cup and fetched it over to her. He held it up to her lips and she glugged as best she could, although a fair amount splashed down the front of her body. When Ted went back to his friend she saw them whispering to each other again. She tried to hear what they were saying and heard a word that might have been 'Bilbo' or 'Dingo'. She considered this. Bilbo was a Hobbit - everybody knew that, and a dingo was a kind of Australian wild dog - not everyone knew that, Florence thought proudly, but she was a particularly clever girl. But why ever should the boys be talking about a Hobbit or a wild dog?

Now the boys were rummaging around in the cupboards as if looking for something. Dora tried to ease the tense muscles and stiff joints of her arms and legs. For all she was a very fit little girl, the stretched pose was painful. Stupid boys! Dora thought. Although they had her at their mercy, she had not lost her contempt for her captors. She saw they had found some mouldy looking carrots. Now that they had finished drinking, were they going to start eating the disgusting things? Dora wondered.

No: they left the vegetables on the draining board and came across to her. They began to undo her ropes and despite her determined disdain for the boys, she was secretly glad to be released. She wanted to try and fight back against the lads, but her body felt weak and uncoordinated. So almost without struggle, Dora was tied down on her front over the table, bent over one edge, with her ankles tied to two of the table legs and her arms pulled out in front of her. Despite her natural courage, Dora felt anxious. The spankings she had so far endured had hurt and the position the boys were putting her in suggested they were going to give her another one. It was a sign of how much she had already gone through that she was no longer much concerned about her very indecent wide-legged pose.

Ted and Harry went back to the sink and picked up a carrot. Surely they could not be going to spank her with that! But, of course, the word Dora had misheard was 'dildo', and not even a precociously clever child like Dora could know what that was. Harry and Ted fetched over their makeshift dildo, which they only knew of from the book, and walked behind their little captive. Fortunately for Dora, they were much too nervous to think of putting it in her vagina, but one of the humiliations the heiress in 'Million Dollar Dame' had suffered was to have one pushed up her ass - as it was spelt in the American novel. Accordingly, Ted and Harry, who treated the novel more or less as a textbook, were determined to do the same.

The boys went behind Dora. She tried to twist her head to see what they were doing, but it was impossible to see. After some whispering, she felt her bottom cheeks being pulled apart and next moment something cold and hard was jabbing at the vicinity of her bottom hole.

"Hey! Stop that!" Dora yelled. She guessed it was the carrot. What were the stupid boys up to now?"

Harry held Dora's cheeks apart while Ted tried to push the pointed end of the carrot onto her bum. But it was more difficult than they had expected - the gangsters in the book had not had this trouble. But Dora 's bum-hole was small and she had instinctively tightened her sphincter as soon as she felt the foreign body. "Let me have a go," Harry demanded impatiently, so they swapped places, but with no greater success.

"It's no good," said Harry, "I think they may have used something to make it slippery in the book. Like some sort of cream."

"Well, we've got nothing like that," said Ted. And then he had an inspiration. "Hey, when my mum got fat and couldn't get her ring off her finger she used soap to make it slippery and it came off easy."

"Yeah, we've got soap," Harry agreed excitedly. And so they did: an old dried up bar that the grubby boys had never considered using. But now they ran it under the tap until it softened and lathered, and then they rubbed it over the carrot to lubricate it. They went back to their victim. Harry spread Dora's tiny buttocks again and Ted probed with the carrot. He knelt on the floor to aim better this time and was less hasty. Sure enough, once he was on target, the tapered end slid past Dora's defences and entered her rectum.

Dora gasped as the ring of muscle was forced apart by this alien intrusion. Her bum-hole was stretched painfully wide as the thickening carrot was pushed further into her. Despite her customary defiance, she yelled. "Hey! Stop it! Stop!"

Ted hesitated at Dora's protest. He was quite happy to hurt the little girl, but he had no wish to damage her. He pulled the carrot out a short way, and then pushed it back in. The boys were amused at Dora's reaction as her bottom jumped and jerked under this prodding. "Here let's have a turn," demanded Harry. He moved the carrot in and out of Dora's bottom, but he added a twisting motion. Dora's bum was quite slippery now.

What the boys were unaware of was the effect this was having on Dora. It was not that she was enjoying the invasion of her body, but every time the carrot went in and out she was pushed and pulled as she responded to the uncomfortable intrusion. Bent as she was over the edge of the table, the consequence was that her little clitoris was continually being rubbed and stimulated so that the sodomising root vegetable was indirectly arousing her. The conflict of disgust for the act and delight at the action was very disturbing. But before she could gain any real satisfaction, the boys became bored, pulled out their improvised dildo and chucked it into the sink.

The boys wandered away whispering again. Dora struggled against her bonds, but it was hopeless, she could not escape, she was too tightly tied. She wondered what fresh torments the boys had in mind for her. The boys were searching for something again. Surely not more vegetables! No. The boys returned to her and as she saw what they had in their hands. Dora's tummy churned in fear. Ted held a large wooden spoon and Harry was carrying a fly swatter. You didn't have to be as clever as Dora was to know what they were for.

The boys walked behind Dora. Ted went to the left of the girl's bent bottom while Harry stayed on the right side of it. Dora squirmed as she sensed them taking up their positions. She screwed up her eyes and gritted her teeth, but said nothing. Not only was she a brave girl, but also she knew that it would be futile to plead for mercy. The boys began spanking her. Ted hit her right cheek with a forehand action, while Harry swatted her right buttock with a backhand swing.

At first, Dora could detect the difference in the implements - the fly swatter gave a sharper smart over a large area, whereas the spoon delivered a more concentrated, deeper sting. But after a few whacks, all she could think about was the overall pain in her bottom made worse by every new whack however delivered. Soon, despite her courage, she was yelling, and then crying. If she could have moved her legs, she would have been kicking too. As it was, she was forced to lie still and take it. After a while, the boys changed places and beat her some more.

Finally, the boys stopped hitting her and left her to bawl on the table. After a while, they told her to "Shut up!" Dora did her best for fear of what they might do if she did not stop crying, but she continued to sob and sniffle. They untied her. They had decided they had better get her back to the car before she was missed. All thoughts of a ransom had been forgotten in the afternoon's excitement. Dora's legs felt wobbly as she tenderly rubbed her sore bottom. They gave her her clothes and told her to put them on.

"I don't have my panties, " Dora said when she was otherwise dressed.

"No, we're keeping them for a souvenir," Harry said.

Dora did not argue, she knew it was useless. She also left behind the sock they had used to gag her because she could not find it. They took her back to the car. Dora's shoes were still in the road where they had pulled them off when they had kidnapped her. The boys threw them into the car and pushed Dora in after them, and then they ran off, suddenly fearful of the consequences of their actions.

Dora did not want to sit on the seat - her bottom was still very sore, so she turned on her side and, emotionally exhausted by the trauma, immediately fell into a deep sleep. Half an hour later, her father returned from his long search for petrol. When he had put the fuel into the tank, he got into the driving seat and started the engine. He looked at what he took to be his blissfully sleeping daughter and smiled. He did not notice she wore only one sock and had no way of knowing that she wore no panties and had red and swollen bottom. He drove off.

Dora never told her father of her afternoon's ordeal. Even had she done so, she knew he would never be able to find his way back there.